walk gravel please!
Aidan loves to walk on gravel. This love, which borders on obsession at times, began several months ago when we were in Greenport, New York, visiting Grandma and Grandpa LaMothe. Grandma would take Aidan down to the Mitchell Park Carousel, which is surrounded by paths of gravel, and Aidan would gleefully prance around on the gravel, stopping only to examine bugs or smile at passersby. Today, Tim, Aidan, and I tried to make the most of some unusually warm weather by eating our lunch on the cathedral grounds. Aidan, however, refused to sit on the grass to eat with us, preferring instead to run toward the gravel paths that weave through the cathedral lawns, exclaiming loudly, “walk gravel! walk gravel please!” He ended up eating nothing for lunch; Tim and I ate ours and then walked with him on the gravel for a while, which seemed to satisfy his gravel desire, because when we reached the end of the path, he was happy to get back in his stroller. Gravel. Who would have thought?
allenhill fruit farm
Yesterday was a beautiful day, so Tim took the morning off and we walked several miles to a berry farm outside town, where there is a lovely cafe and “farm shop,” along with great outdoor play areas, in addition to greenhouses of berries available for you to pick your own. After Aidan spent some time in the sandbox, we picked about 2 kilos of dark, sweet strawberries. Aidan’s mouth and cheeks were painted red with sticky juice and his plaid shirt may forever be spotted with pink. Tim and I have already eaten some berries on our cereal, and some with whipped cream, and I plan to make a strawberry pie tonight. Yum!
finally blogging
I’m not really excited about blogging, but I think it might be a good idea to keep a “log” of our activities, not only so that friends and family far away (and nearly all our friends and family ARE far away) can keep tabs on what we’re up to, but also because I’m realizing that we’ve lived in Scotland nearly a YEAR and not only has it gone by incredibly fast, but also it has been in many ways a BLUR. I want to remember things, and I’ve never been good at keeping up journals. So here goes another try…I’m going to BLOG!
